A Single Rose

"So are we going to my place or yours?" A man about the age of twenty-nine asked his female date.

"I really need to get to sleep," the young lady replied, sighing. "I have school in the morning."

The twenty-two year old, whose name was Farrah Jones, was in law school. The man, who went by the name of Simon Clare, smiled at his girlfriend. "It's okay, babe. I understand," he told her, getting out of his seat. "And I got the check, don't worry," he winked.

They exited the restaurant and headed to Simon's car. He opened the door for her.

Farrah loved Simon with all her heart. He was passionate, kind, caring, considerate, and the sweetest man she had ever met. There was just one problem – the sex. She liked it rough. She didn't like to be 'in charge.' Actually, she fully enjoyed being completely helpless.

But Simon was the shy, more reserved type. He usually let Farrah lead. She tried countless times to get him to take more control; but it seemed as if he just couldn't. Farrah had almost learned to accept it in a way.

Simon drove her to her apartment and walked the girl to the door to her apartment. "A rose for my sweet," Simon said, handing a rose to Farrah.

For as long as she could remember, on every date they went on, he gave her a rose. They had been dating awhile too, since she was about eighteen. Farrah always thought it was the sweetest thing. "Thanks, love," Farrah smiled, meeting Simon for a kiss.

They bid their goodnights and Farrah walked into her apartment, inhaling the sweet scent of the flower. She put it in a vase with three other roses already in it.

Heading into her room, Farrah slipped out of the slinky red dress she had on and removed her black pumps. She sat on the edge of her bed and laid back letting the cool San Franciscan air tickle her skin.

She turned on the dim light in her room and stared at her reflection in the mirror. She always thought she was rather pretty. Her facial features were soft and her smile lit up the room. Her eyes were a golden brown, the color of honey. Her hair was black and straight. She kept it cut midway down her back. Her breasts were rather large for her small, petite figure. She wore about a C and was only 5'5". Her skin was smooth and soft. Farrah's long legs were, in her opinion, her best feature. Her butt was small, but cute.

Starting to feel the goose bumps forming, she pulled on a pair of pajama pants and one of Simon's t-shirts. Having just taken it from him recently, she breathed in his invigorating scent and smiled to herself.

Exiting her bedroom, she wandered into the kitchen and poured a glass of wine. Wine was definitely Farrah's weakness. Suddenly, she heard a noise. She set the wine down on the counter and turned around. The house was pitch black, except for the dim light coming from her open bedroom door. At times, the young woman got nervous living alone. The stories about break-ins scared her.

Farrah's heart was beating quite loudly as she crept toward the front door, where she thought the noise had come from. She said a quick prayer, hoping no one was there. Breathing heavily, the female peeked around the corner and was relieved that it was empty.

She exhaled loudly. "Damnit, Farrah. Calm down. You're going to drive yourself crazy," she said to herself, shaking her head.

Then, seconds later, a hand reached out from behind her and covered her mouth. Farrah's eyes widened and she began to try to scream, to no avail. She thrashed around trying to break free.

She felt hot breath on her ear. "If you don't stop moving around, you'll regret it," a voice growled in her ear. Farrah didn't know what to do. He could kill her if she didn't stop... or he could kill her if she did. Then again, perhaps he wasn't going to kill her. She whimpered softly.

"There, there my pet," the mystery man cooed, petting Farrah's soft black locks. "It's okay, my dear. I will take care of you," he reassured her, making sure he was standing behind her so that she couldn't see his face. "All you have to do it... well... whatever I say and you will be perfectly fine."

Farrah was in survival mode. Call it gullible, call it stupid; she listened. The girl remained calm and took a deep breath. She could feel her body shaking from fear.

"I'm going to put a blindfold on so you can't see me. We wouldn't want that, now would we?" he laughed softly, wrapped a piece of cloth around her eyes and tying it behind her head. "And I wouldn't suggest trying to take it off," he added firmly.

The guy, still standing behind her, put his hand on her hips and slid them up her stomach under her shirt. "You are so damn sexy," he purred into her ear.

How he said it, with such... gentleness puzzled Farrah. It also gave her a tingly feeling.

He nudged her forward a bit, trying to get her to start walking. "This way," he said, guiding her into her bedroom. She knew this from the slight bit of light she was able to make out.

The man cleared his throat and Farrah heard him rummaging around; perhaps looking for something. "Now, my love. The fun starts," he said in a husky voice, his voice suddenly changing. In one swift motion, he pushed Farrah back onto her bed and handcuffed her wrists to the headboard.

She let out a little whimper again as the cold metal came in contact with her skin. A soft hand ran across her face. The touch almost felt... familiar in a way. "If you try to kick me, you will regret it," The stranger told Farrah, making her forget about her previous thought. "Do you understand?"

She nodded slowly. Having the blindfold on was making the young woman nervous. She could hear so many things; but didn't know where they were coming from. She felt so vulnerable and nervous.

Farrah tried to remember where she put her cell phone. She thought it was on her night stand. But since she couldn't see anything, it would make it virtually impossible to get it; even if it was there.

Interrupting her thoughts, her bed creaked. Was he getting on the bed? She could sense that someone was kneeling over her.

"I am going to have my way with you," the man said. "I will do whatever I want; wherever and whenever I want and as rough as I want," he said adamantly. "Do you understand?"

She nodded again. For some reason, his words had excited her a bit.

Farrah felt his hands on her hips. He slid them up to just to the side of her breasts, exposing her stomach to the chill of the air. He slid the tips of his fingers over her stomach.

Farrah's breathing quickening; both from the fright and the excitement his touches caused her. Her chest rose and fell, noticeably.

The man bent down and she could feel his hot breath which was tickling her stomach. He began to plant warm, wet kisses on her torso.

"I just want to lick you all over. You are so damn delicious," he growled softly, licking her stomach which caused her to shudder.

The man reached back and grabbed a knife, unknown to Farrah. He began to cut the material of the t-shirt she had on. When Farrah heard it ripping, she gasped realizing what he was doing. She held her breath, trying not to move in case it accidentally slipped.

Her eyes were closed under the blindfold, trying to keep her body still. After he pulled the t-shirt off, Farrah exhaled, relieved.

"Mmm," the man said licking his lips at the sight of Farrah's breasts. "Your tits are nice," he complimented, grabbing the right one and squeezing it roughly.

He scooted up and dipped his head and kissed her, exploring her mouth with his tongue. He bit it slightly, as well. He moved from her mouth to her cheek and then her ear.

He licked the outer rim of it and sucked on her earlobe. Then he nibbled at it a bit. Moving down along her jawline, he left a trail of kisses until he got to her neck.

The mystery man bit at her skin, rather roughly.

Farrah didn't want to admit it; but she was enjoying this. This was wrong, though. She was being taken against her will; wasn't she?

He sucked and bit until her ivory skin grew red. The guy moved down, placing kisses along her upper chest, not leaving one area not kissed, licked, or bit at. His lips moved down to her breasts and he uttered a soft growl, staring at her large breasts.

He didn't waste any time sucking on her nipples which were already hard due to the cool air and her growing excitement. He moved to the other one, determined to give each of her breasts equal attention. He was not gentle at all, sucking on her tits and nibbling them.

She knew there would be bruises there tomorrow.

While he focused his attention with his mouth on one nipple, his other hand roughly played with the other one; rolling, twisting, and squeezing it between his fingers. He did this for awhile longer then he moved down her torso, kissing her stomach and sucking the soft, delicate skin.

Next, he hooked his fingers underneath the waistband of her pajama pants, running the backs of her fingers along her waistline. "Is your pussy as sweet as the rest of you?" he asked softly, pulling her pajama pants down quickly.

"Ooh, sexy," he said, looking at the subtle white pair of underwear that adorned her hips. "Innocent. I like that in my girl," he purred.

The material right by her clit appeared to be wet. "Well look at that. You're horny," he chuckled, pressing his finger over the moist material. This caused Farrah to shudder again.

"You like that, don't you? You little slut," he snickered, lightly licking the wet material. A small whimper came out of Farrah's mouth. "You do!" he snickered some more.

Farrah wished he would keep licking her snatch. She knew she was soaked. And she was horny; and it was driving her crazy!

He ran his legs up and down her smooth legs. "Your legs are amazing. I can just imagine what they will feel like wrapped around me when I'm shoving my huge cock into that little pussy of yours," he cooed.

The guy moved near the end of her bed and began to kiss her feet. Then he started to suck on her toes.

Farrah had never been fond of having her feet sucked or anything of that nature, but his hot tongue on her feet was making her go just mad.

He kissed and licked the tops of her feet then moved up to her ankles doing the same there. He continued this, on each of her legs until he got to her thighs.

She could feel his tongue and lips working the skin on her thighs and she wished he would move closer to her sex, it was getting painful. She needed release.

The man kissed the insides of her thighs, taking extra time with the sensitive skin.

Farrah could feel her pussy twitching.

He ran his tongue up the white material above her clit, which was even more wet now. "I bet this is just driving you crazy," he chuckled, his voice husky again. "I bet you would love me to shove my dick into your snatch," he said slowly, deliberately.

You have no idea, thought Farrah, wishing he would fuck her.

His finger hooked into the top of her underwear. He pulled them down her soft legs and tossed them to the side revealing her sweet, wet pussy. The lips glistened from the moisture overflowing out of her hole.

He dipped a finger into her snatch, causing her body to move suddenly. She moaned at the sudden sensation.

"Beg," he commanded.

She cleared her throat, speaking for the first time. "What?" she asked, thinking she heard him wrong.

"I know you want my hot tongue in that pussy of yours. So beg for it. Or I won't do it," he ordered.

At this point, Farrah was so horny, she didn't give it another thought. "Lick my pussy, baby. Bury your face between my legs and lap up my sweet, sweet juices!" she moaned, as he did, in fact, bury his face between her legs.

He bit her throbbing clit. This made Farrah yell out in pleasure. She grabbed the bed sheet as his tongue assaulted her clit. He bit, sucked, nibbled, and licked her red snatch.

And Farrah enjoyed every moment of it. Minutes passed and he gave her an intense orgasm. She yelled loudly as her back arched. "Ughh!" she groaned. Her breasts rose and fell rapidly.

"That good, eh?" he snickered again, still rubbing her clit. It was still soaking wet. "Now, for the best part," he chuckled some more.

He stopped for a moment to take off his pants and boxers. "Beg for my cock." He ordered, again.

She groaned, still horny from his touches and kisses. "Shove that big cock in me. Rape my pussy. Punish me! I'm a naughty gi--!" she yelled. But the guy interrupted her by shoving his cock into her hot sex.

Farrah yelled out again.

He took her roughly, slamming into her hips with his throbbing cock. He squeezed her breasts roughly. It took his seconds to cum into Farrah. He brought her to another screaming orgasm seconds later.

They both laid there breathing heavily. When the stranger came back to reality, he got up and put his pants and boxers on. Then, before he left, he said, "Bye, baby. You were great," and left something on her bed. And with that, he was gone.

***

The next morning, Farrah woke up. Groggily, she felt the stickiness between her legs and remembered what had happened. She groaned softly to herself. Farrah opened her eyes.

Something out of the corner of her eye caught her attention so she sat up. At the foot of her bed she saw it; a single rose.

hi chosak:))
the boyfriend coming in as some masked intruder.........then blindfolding and handcuffing the girlfriend nude on the bed.....on those rarer occasions when she had dodged the opportunity to have normal sex.....and taking her!! ;) Cool !! :)

but boyfriends and girlfriends know each others touch and aroma,perfumes, colognes and all!! :) how come she did not recognise? ;)

leaving a single rose as a dating souvenir always for her....and on that night of forced conquest too.....quite cute!! :))more...